– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I regret this is going to have to be a quickie.
Due partly to the very short but frequent visits from . He certainly left his trademark of uncaring emotions with me. ‘Sod-Em-All’ style. For I decided to have another go at replacing some more choice words for use in the Ode. I spent a good four hours on them, not making much progress, cause, as per usual, I kept doing something else and left the tap running again. (Unbelievable!) However, at the time, I was just not bothered in the slightest! No scribble on the memory notepad at all, well, the date and time I got up, that was all on it this morning (Sunday). Also, this Sunday will be known forthwith as the Words-Escaping-the-Brain Sunday! Now, I know the words, but you would not believe the word I wanted to say or write that were off on the ether. Some, I grasped, reclaimed within seconds. Others I had to look up – Like the names of the tablets that the Carer asked me if I needed. Codeine came to me straight away, then I struggled to get Paracetamol, Peptac, Anusol, and Ramipril. I had the feeling that he thought I was joking with him. It felt so weird. AS the day went on, although the wonderful paid extremely short visits, they were frequent. (Same as this but worse on Sunday morning!) I’m a smidgen worried about this.
So just a few photos again to help me remember anything. Oh dearie me. Grammarly is working overtime this morning… no, afternoon, already!
This one U can recall, first of the day, from the kitchen window. First cloud-free morning for ages. I hae a feeling that I got up and took this one earlier.
The Deja Vu, I found myself back at the window taking this shot, what must have been hours later.
The replacement day catheters arrived, with a different calve contraption for me to try. The Carer re[placed the old one, we’ll see how we go.Think I took this one next.
Then later, this is one of the almost-barren cars parked at the end of the road car park.
I think I started on the word lists about eleven.
Did the second HC checks in the afternoon. This Sunday, my memory and concentration are in a bad state; why didn’t I make my usual notes?
Ah, mayhap I’d overdosed on ?
The tree copse was gloomy to see, and winter approaches; the trees change colour, lose their leaves, and look so sad, as if they were depressed. A little like the voters who elected Starmer into office as Prime Minister! Hehehe!
The last few minutes of attention. The flat hats and Bombay Potatoes failed to arrive yesterday, and arrived at teatime. I showed one off, and it looked like I was in a good frame of mind.
Nosh.
At the time of writing this, I checked the catheter bag to see if it needed emptying… both feet squelched in the urine as I moved. Socks, legs, carpet and slippers soaked again. Got the slippers, shirt, dressing gown and socks off and washed the socks. Got the bowl with Dettol in it to clean my feet and legs, dried off with paper towels. Painful. Taking the – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Then, as I gingerly took the bowl back to the kitchen, I slipped on some water, clouted my left arm and right leg. The arm was well scuffed, on the leg, it tore open the leathery skin, and now I’ve got a tenderly painful arm, and , leaking fluid down the right leg – but not into the slipper; As both pairs are in the laundry bag. It’s the second time this week I’ve had a catheter leak! Depressed? Me? YES! I may have to call for an ambulance if the leg does not stop leaking, so if no blog, you’ll know why. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
OLD STARMER FUN CARTOON – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – OLD ODE – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I thought I’d discovered a way of saving the photographs without CorelDraw cutting me off. I had to use the old CorelDraw; the new version, which cost nearly £400, is not letting me export or save. After 6 hours of importing photos one at a time and saving them individually, I found out that CorelDraw would not let me save anything in the old version! It kept either freezing or closing down on its own accord. I had to keep stopping for Ejaz’s call. Ejaz got the bags for me in the kitchen when the food delivery arrived. Issued the medications, put the diabetic socks on for me, and Barrier creamed the bleeding thigh. Then, it took me a long time to put the fodder away. A good job that I was up earlyish, and got the ablutions and torso-medicationings done. Eyes, ears, toothache tincture and shaved without a single cut! Smug-Mode-Utilised. Back to the computer. It closed down on me twice and froze on me three times. By the time I’d got the photos from yesterday in the WP gallery, with interruptions, I’d been at it for eight hours! After all that effort, I hope I can get them off the gallery to go in without any more cock-ups! Ah, well, here I go… Oh, dear, the second Carer call is due anytime now. I’ll see how it goes. Wish me luck? No, don’t waste your breath. Haha!
Just some of the clothing that no longer fits me. Taken in mid-clear-up. This rack was chocker-block full. At least Joe saved some for me after checking if they should fit onto my chunky, whacking great, super-duper-sized, walloping, cyclopean, elephantine body. Not many! The rail racking had even less that would fit! Two 60-litre waste bags full of unfitting clothing were packed and ready to be picked up by Carer Joe later. Joe made a funny quip after we stopped to get the laundry sorted out. I think I said about the drier?
“When Gerry looked after, in despair… His clothes racks were bare!” Hehehe!
I had three messages, well, phone calls that I’d had; One from the medics, One that I couldn’t decipher, one that I couldn’t hear from the Doctor’s surgery. This one said, “You’ve contacted the Doctor to ask for a home visit, didn’t you?” I vaguely remember Carer Joe calling them to get an appointment. He may have asked if a home visit was available. I asked him to ring back later. Carer Jazz came, not Joe, so the confusion may have developed because Ejaz didn’t ask. Then, I later got a call from the matron, but I couldn’t recall what it was about.
Ejaz said I have to call Matron Jackie. That’s all on the note he left.
Back to the plot, I got a bit off-kilter there. Sorry.
Oh, I nearly forgot to put the meal photos on. Roasted some potatoes in the oven. Mixed then in the ready meal.
Got them into the oven. Just out of the microwave. A darned decent tasty flavour!
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I stirred back into the offendedness of life’s miserable existence. I was worried. About the CorelDraw farce, the computer blue screen of death comes up. The bank balance received by text has never been lower since 1980!
I’m confused by all the medical messages I’m getting and blown away by how many helpers suddenly come in. It baffles me when someone mentions something from a few days ago, and I cannot determine its concerns. I vaguely get partial memories come back, but they make things worse and worry me all the more. I’m waffling again, aren’t I? I’m well-versed and pretty good at that!
I was in the wet room by about 05:15hrs.
As I stripped off, I realised I had only had one mini-seizure in an hour, and more importantly, I was not in any depression! Yet with all the extra bothers, confusion and misleading medical mayhem, I had good reason to be feeling down – but I wasn’t!
Only the other day, when I had a mother of Deep, I couldn’t think why.
The opposite happened this morning. I thI’veI’ve worked out why. It is when the reasons for a depression weigh heavily on me I can go into a sort of, well, ‘Sod-it, I can’t win!’ mode. Sometimes, how I feel now is the reason. Or maybe not.
I tried the tricks explained earlier to get CorelDraw to permit me to save and store things. I lost hours and hours as CorelDraw froze or crashed repeatedly. No, I’ve written that already, I think.
The shaving was back near to normal this morning. Three nicks, a dropped razor, and the aftershave Brut bottle. There were no other injuries, though. Unless you count when on leaving the wet room, I shoulder-charged the edge of the doorframe. Although that didn’t actually hurt much, it started off that did hurt a bit. She’ll have my shoulder socket ball out one of these flipping days! Hehe!
The only thing that bothered me was that had returned. I won’t complain; she has given me several days of rest. I’ve missed her roaming stabbing pains. Secretly, whenever she attacks, I try to guess where she’ll hit me next time. Areas so far that have felt her wrath: Neck, jaw, shoulders, arms, back, or, even occasionally, the upper abdomen. That’s her favourite attack route for me. Her abdominal playground is under one arm and around the other. She rarely gets me there. (Just watch how things go now that I’ve just said that!)
Ah, much better!
The part-mystery of this note has been solved. The surgery receptionist called me on the mobile, so it was not easy to hear her, but she was patient with her patients. Hehe! She made the appointment for my yearly Health Check(shown earlier), but I am not concentrating well today. Nothing new there, then. For Thurs, May 29th, a home visit! Great!
Had an early meal tonight. Salad. A sliced baked potato and tomato (Dutch), caramelised beetroot, and red onions (tasty!).With some Milk Roll sliced bread slathered with the gorgeously tasty No Butter, Butter (by Flora). The only let-down was the so-called Mature Cheddar cheese. I’ve tasted tastier newspapers! But all the rest of the dish made was up for this, somewhat.
As a warning to any UK mild, insipid cheese-lovers, it was Cathedral City Mature. If you happen to like tasteless, weak, bland, pale, uncrumbly, rubbery cheddar, this is the brand for you!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I was once a young, fit, healthy, wise-guy Girls? I kept out a watchful eye, With my lower regions, I know not why, It was harder then, with no wi-fi. >>>>><<<<< Life then started to become stunted, The body aged, it became transfigured, My sense of balance, weaved & wobbled, My thoughts came oddly technicoloured. >>>>><<<<< Ageing makes you crocheted & crusted, Arithmophobia, dates, figures & numbers… Mistakes galore, you feel daunted, Mental capacity, slowly degenerated! >>>>><<<<< After Toileting, the room must be fumigated, Constipation? Teeth need to be gritted! Facts, figures? Are at best guesstimated, Decision making? Wrongly, not at all, or belated, >>>>><<<<< Instructions not understood, misinterpreted, In conversations, words can be misheard, Burning food, taps left on, safety neglected, Leg lesions medicated and bandaged daily medicated and bandaged, >>>>><<<<< Living in a crime-filled neighbourhood, No help with the computer – I spit blood! Impossible to get life orchestrated, No confidence can be radiated! >>>>><<<<< Feeling defeated, doubted, rejected, All I write needs to be repeatedly subedited, Self-disgust, self-taunted, vision tinted, Fears & worries are now ever accessed! >>>>><<<<< Dark Dank Duncan Depressed, Labour in power, as antisocialists, Starmer, the bleakest Conservatist! I hope death brings peace and rest, If so, I’ll be so blessed!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I had much better sleep in the bed last night.
The problem was, I think I’d had nocturnal seizures, possibly. Because the quilt and covers were all over the place, and the pillow was on the floor. Somehow, I’d changed the settings on the bed mover control. It’s hard to believe how I slept at all. I was right at the top of the bed, yet bent forward so much, with a dip halfway down the bed, and the end and top bits raised to the maximum.
I woke up at 05:00. By the time I’d refigured the bed to a faux semi-comfortable position, ready for use tonight or in the morning, it was 06:00- Tsk!
Here I go again, sensing some challenges may present themselves to me this Thursday. Everything was normal, then! Tsk!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I detached the night pouch from the day pouch. I was so concerned with the state of the bed. I didn’t realise the night bag was even on. What’s more, I didn’t have any fauxpas, trips or leaks for the hour when the pouch dragged along, entangling itself around my foot and leg! Now I was concerned! How did I manage that? I fear I can only put it down to one thing… are you ready for this?… Good Luck! Now, I don’t say that very often. Especially after the Carer helped me out yesterday. He did a grand job for me. Questions for any God, philosopher or neurologist: Is my luck changing for the better? Will I cope with the shock, or have another stroke? Why did good luck wait nearly 80 years to appear? Will I live long enough to enjoy it? Will it continue? (It didn’t.) Can I get NHS instruction on how to be contented? Hahaha!
Starting with a visit to the . I was back in control. But once the chunks started evacuating, it took a while for them to stop clunking into the water below. More than yesterday’s big dollop!
A stand-up wash. I didn’t have time to shower in case either the nurses or the Iceland delivery came earlier. I strip washed, soaking the feet as I shaved and did the teggies, then moved on to the self-medicating of my problematic areas. Argh! Olive-oiled the ears, sprayed the eyes, Phorpain gelled the knees and cartilages, and ointmentated each Acne and eczema area. As usual, I left the most painful bit to the end. I gritted my teeth, cleaned as instructed, heroically pulled the skin back, and squeezed the ointment in a drop. That was bad enough, but I had to massage it from the outside each time. Self-imposed agony! But it was nothing to a man of my calibre, heroism and upper pain limit. I may even have been singing to myself as I massaged it in.
When I turned on the computer, I realised I had a fair bit to do on yesterday’s blog. It had been the busiest day for years!
As I was making a start, Carer ‘Joe’ arrived. I didn’t ask him to take the socks off cause they were not put on last night. Haha! Maybe I could join a touring fairground group as their Memory Man? Har-har!
My medications were issued. The lad said something about what he planned to do next week in flats the clean-up campaign.
I pressed on with the blog, but then it got busy again. The delivery came. Seven carrier bags worth. I got the fresh stuff away.
4 items unavailable & 2 substitutions. Topped up the nurses & carers shelf with the new Pepsi flavours that came. A well-overfilled filled top cupboard. The danger of falling through the floor into the flat below the cupboard of cans of food. I shouldn’t starve to death for a month or two! Hehe!
Why did I stock up to ridiculous? What made me suddenly panic so over food stores? Am I going mad?
I’m not sure if it’s Peripheral Neuropathy, Cognitive Impairment Iris, Ménière’s disease, Episodic Ataxia, FND, Receptive Aphasia Phyllis, Diabetic Dementia, Absence seizures, or the Myoclonic seizures that may have caused this stupider-than-usual action on my behalf. Would doing such activities that I’ve not done for so long, like cleaning up, wear me out?
I managed to get the blog posted a little later than usual. And the fatigue started to fall.
THE HIGHLIGHT OF THE DAY!
The intercom rang, and I thought it might be the tinned food I’d also ordered from Amazon.
Life lifted, and a smile came over my craggy, aged face. (It does that occasionally). It was my treasured Hristina, the DVT Warfarin Blood Nurse. The heart beat a little faster, and my Angel was soon in the flat.
I mentioned that I’d run out of Enoxaparin-filled hypos. She said if they need you to start stabbing your stomach 8 times a day, they will ensure you get some. That put my mind at rest. She took the blood for testing, and we spoke of something else, but with my heart beating and eyes so busy watching and listening to Hristina—such a wonderfully calming person and so kind. 🤎
I started this blog in the late afternoon.
Then, the Amazon tinned foods arrived! I then had to store these tinned meals on the floor! It’s horrible having a lack of control!
Carer ‘Joe’ arrived and was as aghast as I was at the canned food I bought! No medications were needed. They were, but I forgot to ask for the Peptac and Codeine. I managed to make a brew of tea, and when I got back with it, one of the regular patches was in the regular place on the carpet. Yet I could not find any urine spillages on my legs or slippers. One of the mysteries of Woodthorpe Court, with the hobgoblins, spectres, gnomai, phantasms, grotesque succubae, Whoopsiedangleplops, ailments, extraterrestrials, ectoplasms, spirits, Accifauxpas, rent increases, food price hikes, Starmer robbing all we pensioners, and other Fata Morganas, that have been sent to taunt, irritate and terminate my already limited saneness of mind, logicalty and depressions!
Carer ‘Joe’ came on his teatime visit.
Embarrassingly, the pee-time one as well, haha!
He convinced me that it was not urine because there was no smell. He suggested that I may have spilt the catheter, which needed spring water.
He’s got the measure of me now, he has! Hehe!
Back to this blog. The eyes faded, and the fatigue returned almost instantly. I was so tired and weary.
I foolishly tried to continue this blog. It was farcical and hopeless, so I gave up. So, I’ll be even further behind by morning. Humph!
I’ll try to stay alert enough to get the comments & WordPress reader read. I’ll make the meal later.
Aha! I caught the sunset. Not as good as yesterdays’ But fair for me.
I was expecting a last Carer call, but it’s 21:40hrs now. I’ve probably got confused. Yes, I think I did. Fool! Carer ‘Joe’ came a little earlier than usual. I’ve just seen the nocturnal catheter pouch on the chair. I can’t cope with my decline very well. Tsk!
I’ll get the food in the microwave. I made it up in the tray earlier, so it should be ready in the oven in ten minutes. It consists of minced beef in gravy, sliced water chestnuts, pickled beetroots, red onions, tomatoes, garden peas, and a can of potatoes. It is also seasoned with vinegar, Worcester Sauce, and thick sliced bread for dunking. I hope it all goes well. I’ll let you know in the morning!
Good Moring! The meal looked and smelled amazing! I made too much. But ate ¾ of it. NICE! Into the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop-bought, wincingly grotty, beige-coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy, and dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, catheter-tube-trapping recliner, to watch a nature documentary. I’m glad to say that I didn’t get to see it. This was due to my drifting off to sleep. There were far too many waking-ups, but I did get back off quickly each time. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Keep Smiling! Or, not like. Hehehe!
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– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – More Advice for Whippersnappers! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Why does life go so dysfunctionally? It’s worse when you get over eighty! Things were once easy and elementary, Just waking up is a struggle daily, It’s hard work, hiding your docility, Losing all of little in the first-place divinity, You may keep some social logicality, But relying on others benignancy, You’ll no longer act condemnatorily, Deprecatorily, reproachfully, harshly, Limbs stop working, physically, The brain torments you mentally, Cataract or Glaucoma visually, Catheter bag hanging on your knee, Diabetes, & Peripheral Neuropathy? Seizures, some short, some prolifically, Allergies that send you psychedelically, You decide to fight these, purposefully, But not pseudo-scientifically, You’ll try visionary things, quixotically… You failures you accept quotidianly, They put you in a bit of a quandary, But you try again quintessentially, You pray, beg, & hope for a qualificatory… For a way to live again, more painlessly, More reliably, more competently, To find joy again, sociality… The cartilage gives way on your knee, You seek assistance medically… Soon back home, having a mug of tea, Crutches, walkers, some get them free, If you’ve too much cash, quintessentially, Then free ones will be only visionary, Oh, to live life rambunctiously, More importantly, it’s hassle-free, Then, the bill arrives for your electricity, The rent goes up heartlessly… Food prices rise pitilessly, No time for theory, with things pecuniary, But ageing, ever-fading, irreversibly… Life in the UK is now recessionary, Oligarchs reacting unsympathetically, HMG treats farmers, pensioners cruelly, Scoffing at their voters, insensitively, You youngsters must act rebelliously, We oldies at best see HMG resentfully, You must declare HMG’s risibility, We’ll never see the end of war & poverty, Murder, killing, greed or rapacity, Look down from heaven or hell, happily… Enjoy the long-awaited doomsday, The end of the world? A catastrophe? You’ll join us in Hell if there’s the capacity!
Voters have got to show more audacity,,
I dream of being able to again wee-wee,
By this, I mean, when I to, manually,
Be free of seizures and myelopathy,
Diabetic diabetes, not be so moody,
The depressions would leave me be,
Arthur Itis, & fungal-lesions go away,
My cartilages could work mellifluously,
I’d be freed of feeling minaciously,
To find a computer engineer, mirabiliary,
My hearing returns, miraculously…
My one dream left is to live carefree! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
It was a wickedly frustrating day! Not compared to the last two horrible days, mind you. But the computer toyed with me every time. Precious few photographs got on after the first few did, early in the day. Then freezes, and some fonts have disappeared. I spent so long trying get things to work, but without a lot of luck. I fear the worst, computerwise. >>>>><<<<< The best colour ever, a three!
A dour morning. The sun broke through later, but it wasn’t worth taking any pictures cause of the computer!
Colin Cramps paid a few visits today (Old photo used again)
Carer Jo did the first call. He was helpful again with the mail. Thanks.
Ahram, the second. He tried to help with the computer problems, which I spent hours and hours trying to sort out. I didn’t!
Early in the afternoon, the weariness came over at its usual time. Then Anne Gyna woke up, and the mini-seizures paid so many short visits.
I made an early meal and took a photo, but I don’t expect it to get to the file somehow.
Hristina, the DVT Warfarin nurse, arrived and took some blood. I do love her. (Old photo used) >>>>><<<<< I was not feeling too good then. Made worse again when the seizures kicked off and Ann Gyna joined in. I gave up trying to sort the damnable computer.
Washed the dishes, sat to watch some TV, and blissfully fell asleep around 17:20hrs.
1735hrs, the Carer woke me up. So tired and in some pain with Anne Gyna roving about my chest, back and neck as if she was taking a hiking holiday over my torso! Haha!
GANNET INCHY! Peed-off, frustrated, and coping with another Anne Gyna (angina) attack. Deeply depressed and fed up with struggling with the computer and CorelDRAW, I made an earlier-than-usual nosh. In the morning, it took me well over two hours to upload this one photo; the other six would not save to file!Grrr! Beef & onion in gravy, with colcannon mashed potatoes and carrots, with the last of the milk roll sliced bread used to dunk in the gravy. GORGEOUS! I dined well, and Anne Gyna appreciated the stomach being filled cause she calmed down a lot! Two hours later, after the Carer had been and gone, Anne Gyna began to worsen again. What did I think would be a good idea? To eat more! Understand the pain that caused me to gobble up a full giant pouch of Cheez-It nibbles with cashew nuts, pecan and pistachio nuts in between! I think mayhap, may have helped me was scoffed away in between falling asleep and being woken by with more venom than normally used on me. I think I ate some nibble or other after each enforced-waking-up.
I could not get back to sleep this time. So, I put the TV on, and there were two back-to-back episodes just starting. I would guess that I must have nodded of for a few minutes what seemed like every few minutes. The jerking back to wakefulness was not hindered by this time, though. Because I was enjoying myself so much again, that was the reason for my awakening! Right neck, jaws, left high chest, centre chest, left rib cage, lower chest, throat, back to the left neck… On and on. If her domain is my body, I think she must have taken a world cruise to issue her stabbings this time. Haha! Still, on the plus side, the steadied up, and I had few overnight.
It might be worth me remembering that. Do you think that when the come thick and fast, it might be an idea for me to eat a lot? Hahaha! It seemed to keep her calm tonight!
After missing most of the Heartbeat programmes through the mini-nod-offs, the food, the healthy and the naughty, had travelled down and through the pipeworks, and I needed to utilise the for a second time today. It may have been my uncontrolable hunger and scoffing so much that caused to be in total control of the proceedings. No doubt about it, it was the messiest mess for a long time. Maybe months!
I cleaned up myself and the Porcelain, during which an almost forgotten-about ailment accifauxpas took place. I ! Another rarity, I don’t think I’ve given myself a toe-stubbing for weeks now. Well, it’s a bit of variety for me. Hah-Ha!
With the minor kerfuffling and toe-stubbing, I was glad to get into the hospital bed. But the vague sleep that I was getting earlier, did not want to know. I still felt tired and weary but could not nod off for hours. When I did, it was back to the shooting awake with a jerk. I think I might be that jerk. Hee-hee! But it was good that after that, each time I woke, I got back to sleep easily enough. >>>>><<<<< – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – TTFNski, Folks! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – >>>>>TWO<<<<< My memory has been slowly macilated, Naturally, it cannot be modified,
My neurosurgeon tried…
That was much appreciated,
My memory then abscinded,
It’s new stuff can’t be remembered,
What bit can that is usually aberrated,
But old things are not abrogated, When Grizelda and I mated…
The memory is now well dated,
But as clear, but abrogated…
As any bloke who’s been cathetered,
Such memories can get you castrated!
Fellow Foley-catheter-wearing men will painfully understand wot I mean! Haha! >>>>>ARGH!<<<<< – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Have a Great Day! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
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Let’s see what’s on today’s agenda…
If allowed to by my aprosexia,
First, try to avoid anoxia,
Getting worked up into dysphoria,
Ignore my graphomania,
Prepare for the hereinafter,
Get through the pain of my dyschezia!
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A speedo or an accelerometer,
I’d call it a speedometer,
But unsafe speeding; I’m an abnegator,
I’d sooner get there later,
Not in hospital on a ventilator,
Not that this is exactly ataraxia,
The food is not exactly ambrosia!
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I was born with things homuncular,
And misshaped things testicular,
It didn’t bother me particular,
It did later, howsomdever,
Girls interested in my hylomania,
They drove me into habromania,
Now I use a haemacytometer!
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Soon, henceforth-in future,
As I get more ancienter,
I meet more with the Grim Reaper,
Not like the expected harbinger,
He’s no shyster, or defrauder,
Just a long-dead, soul collector,
Trying to make your death pleasanter!
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I take-not in anything jentacular,
Porridge, cornflakes, grits, Ergh!
I was told not to by a medical advisor,
He was found to be a drug-abuser,
He became the prison beekeeper…
I don’t understand either!
>>>>><<<<< – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – WEDNESDAY, 2nd APRIL 2025 I had even fewer jumping awakes last night. Thought Storming Steve was the culprit for the majority of these almost nightmarish events. Although the tormenting, mocking, blame-apportioning flood of self-abuses and guilty past actions were vivid in my mind each time I was woken up, they faded swiftly, in time for me to regain my state of slumber. TSS started over with, I think, different bits of guilt-giving and blame over my past errors & bad choices.
After sorting the waste bags and getting the night catheter removed and classified as a ‘5’ on the NHS scale, I went through the same things I had yesterday when preparing for the Audio Clinic lift, which I’m sure will come today. Ablutions and medicationalisings are done. I was on the computer when the Caregiver arrived. He issued the prescription medications. I had to ask him for Peptac, and Ahram used some Porpain Gel on the right catheter, which had given way on me while Ahram was here. He got the socks on for me and asked me if I needed the shoes on, which I did. A good job that he remembered!
The computer allowed me to save the top two graphics and nothing else.
I checked the bag I was taking with myself; everything seemed to be there. Then, I visited the Porcelain Throne and checked the contents of the three-wheeled walker again. I will have to add my reading glasses.
I got readied and entered the ground floor foyer with the three-wheeled walker. I met my friend Jenny’s other half there and chatted about old age. We found we had many similar annoying age-related problems. Haha!
A little late, but not a lot—merely a few minutes—the EasyLink minibus arrived with no trousers on to make access to the catheter bag easy. As I went through the door, the wind blasted up my privates something awful. Hehehe! An accident had delayed the lad. He got me up the lift and settled in, but I only had my last tenner to pay him, and he had no change. So, he told me to pay for both journeys when I got picked up at 13:00 hrs. We had to go to West Bridgford and were taken to the same place. The traffic was delayed due to road works in West Bridgford. I went inside the waiting room and waited. But once I registered, I was summoned in a short while. I went to the treatment room with a pretty young Asian girl who could not easily understand my Nottingham accent. She got both hearing aids working again within ten minutes or so. She changed the tubing on them, and now it sounds like everyone is shouting at me. Har-Har!
I’d got an hour before the pick-up time. Luckily, I’d taken the crossword book and a pen with me. I snuggled into a chair and fell asleep! At one point, I mentioned my many nodding offs to a receptionist if she had seen anyone with an EasyLift uniform on. She hadn’t. But I dare not sit down again. I saw the sunshine through the door windows and decided it would be safer and less chance of missing the lift if I went outside to wait for EasyLift. I’d only got twenty minutes or so to wait. The bus arrived after 40 minutes of wind blowing anywhere and everywhere it could, and the catheter was filling up later.
There was another accident in the City Centre, and buses were rerouted.
The driveress did a grand job of getting me back to the flats. I was a little worried because Carer Joe said earlier that he would call at 0130hrs when I should be back by then.
After parking, paying the bill and getting off the bus, Joe approached us. Very understanding, he half-expected us to be late with the news about the accidents and road works on the news.
He took the laundry down and put it in the washer. He then returned to the flat and checked an email I was dubious of. Joe started sorting out the junk room one. He got a lot done in half an hour. He went down to collect the laundry from the dryer, pointing out that he’d have to bring it up part-wet because he’d done his time. I asked him to leave it and that I’d fetch it later. “Don’t Forget To!” he said. With the hearing aids now working, I heard him.
Amazingly, I remembered to. The sad part is that not one was allowed to go on file of all the photos I took in the laundry room. There is definitely Something WrongHere!
I pressed on with the day’s blog.
Then, I hand-washed a Khagoule and hung it to drip dry from a coathanger in the wet room. But I made the mistake of forgetting I’d put the heater on to help it dry. I did, but that was hours later and a few quid less in my pocket! Humph! Thanks to Starmer stopping we pensioners’ fuel allowance and allowing power charges to go up by 40% since he cheated and lied his way into office!
Suddenly, it was almost time for Joe to make his teatime call. I was getting hungry now. But I’ll wait until the chap calls. I think I’ll have a microwave meal and some bread to fill me up. Or maybe choose the much-loved potato cakes and a vegetable pastie.
I doubt I can use the photo, but I’ll try again tonight with the potato cakes and vegetable pasty.
Back in the morning, I hope.
Back with the bad news of the potato cakes and vegetable pasty feast… Depressed, sick & tired of bothering to do anything, but why, you ask (I hope), I’ll tell and show you…
I put the feast in the oven to cook for 25 minutes and returned to shut down the computer, which promptly seized up on me and granted me a blue screen of death! It took me a lot of time, over three hours, to toy with the unknown and risk getting it back running. I do not know what I was doing, but it worked after I rebooted. I had to sign into everything again and check on CorelDraw to find that most photos had magically disappeared again! Anny Gyna gave me her first nasty attack of the day… and as I was searching for the mended hearing aids to put in…
I became aware of the burning and a little smoke entering the room. The food had dried hard & mega-crispy.
When I squeezed one of the potato cakes, it turned into a little stack of black crumbs!
Very disappointed with myself. My self-lambasting and lousy language flowed. I wanted to spit!
I got a Sweet & Sour ready meal from the freezer and microwaved it. I ate it with some slices of Milk Roll Bread and dunked it in the sauce. Which were the highlights of the meal.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I’ve no claims to anything academical,
I’m interested in anything apodeictical,
Like the ancient Greek philosopher Aristotle,
Some claim that he used to hit the bottle,
I used to drink a lot, being self-critical,
The only trait we share? Being alcoholical,
But I can auger, but not astrological,
My success rate is astronomical,
I see this world is not ameliorable,
I know why Starmer is amerceable,
Takes backhanders, is unprosecutable,
His promises are agathokakological,
His cohorts are also not punishable,
As they appease the Oligarchical,
I seek words that are encourageable,
Proletariats are now extirpable…
MP’s morals uncouth, aethereal,
They lie, seek self-profit & teazle,
HMGs are foxy, furtive, deceitful,
Slithery, snidey, sidestepping, hurtful,
They should be accusable and arrestable,
Indeed, are they executionable?
Has HMG been proven unreliable?
Who takes over? That’s questionable!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I had the usual broken sleep, but at least this time, it was broken far fewer times, and I got four½ and a half hours! I was too late to complete the ablutions before the Asda delivery arrived. I collated the things that I needed to take to the Audio Clinic and visited the Porcelain Throne. It was a messy! Trotsky Terence affair.
06:20hrs: I checked emails to confirm the timing of the order. 0700 > 0800hrs.
So, I got the computer to start this blog. Soon kicked off, as is typical when I am in a ‘feeling the pressure mode’ over the clinic lifts and appointments. Foggy-Brained!
I’m not sure when the Caregiver will arrive, but I hope he will be here for the delivery to help get it in. Then I can store it away. And get on with the hurried ablutions, medicalisationings, and risky job of getting the trousers on. I’ll get the things to take into the three-wheel-wheeled-walker while I think of it. I must get down in the lobby at 10:30hrs so as not to miss the lift, which may come early or late, depending on how many others they have to pick up and drop off en route.
The carer arrived as I was taking in the Asda food. After I’d got all the bags in the kitchen, I joined the Caregiver, who put the medications and socks on. Then, as I was going out, I asked him to help me put on the trousers and shoes.
Pretty colours this morning
Asda delivery
Ready-made meals (Almost)
I got the Carer’s & Nurses nibbles & drinkies topped up on the table and cabinet.
The computer stopped allowing me to upload photos. I had to delete the few I’d not put on and clean the drive with cCleaner again. I’ll try later when I get back from the Audio Clinic. That was the plan!
It was a heck of a rush getting the stand-up wash, shave, and medications done. I flapped a bit, getting all the paperwork and the list of things I needed to take with me. I checked the EasyLink lift.
On the way down to the foyer to await the lift, I dropped some bits off in appreciation of the help Jenny and Frank have so often given me on their floor. I went down in the lift, worrying if I’d forgotten to take anything. I got seated in the chair and got the camera out as I checked the bag of things in the trolley-walker. 10:15hrs, plenty of time. They have replaced the stolen wall clock. It has fancy smaller figures, but I’d had my wristwatch on.
Almost straight away, I found myself fighting off the closing eyelid. The tiredness and fatigue were back! I’m sure I nodded off momentarily a good few times. But at least when the driver comes to the foyer door, she/he will see me even if I’d nodded off. But the frequency worried me; I really was struggling to stay awake. Likely it was the comfort of the chair that I wasn’t used to, having to use the £300 second-hand shop-bought, c1966, moth-eaten, bedraggled, grotty, cringingly beige-coloured, much-dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not-working recliner.
I was concerned that I may have nodded for a little longer than I thought; I may have missed the driver from EasyLink. Guilt raised its ugly head. I waited until I should have been starting the appointment, realising that I must have made a faux pas or they had trouble getting a driver. Not knowing, I decided to believe that I must have made a Whoopsiedangleplop. And ! This turned me swiftly into a curmudgeonly grump! I walked along the connecting passageway to Winwood Court in case they (EasyLink) called at the wrong block of flats. Nope! Back misrably to the flat amidst the depression, self-lambasting, and the catheter bag getting overfull!
I sorted out the waste from the earlier delivery and got the bags down the waste chute.
I decided to prep the meal for the microwave later: Colcanon mash, minced beef, gravy, carrots, peas, and water chestnuts. I put it in the fridge. I also turned on the computer to keep this blog up to date. I hoped the phone would ring to clarify whatever mistake I’d made. It did!
Frustrated, Depressed & Self-Loathing… CONFUSED! – HAD ENOUGH! I can’t take any more of these problems! ARITHMAPHOBIA TO BLAME, this time!
What happened, as I see it.
The pleasant lady from EasyLink telephoned to confirm that Wednesday’s lift to the Audio clinic was pick-up at 10:25 and lift back at 13:00 hrs! When I checked the timings yesterday, I must have been the arithmaphobia. I’d already got it down for Wednesday but got mentally entangled with the digits again. So, I’ve got all this to do again in the morning! This sounds scary to me, actually.
I got the meal cooked and eaten.
Lightened a smidge, but I was so annoyed at myself!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – The Carer took shots of the much-improved Vasculitis-Vanessa’s right leg and ankle. Improving nicely now. Although the ankle is still resistant. I decided not to ask the lad to put any squabs or bandages on tonight.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I had a good meal last night. I gave it a 9/10. As I watched the Brighton v Nottingham Forest FA Cup Match, Sister Jane reminded me of it being on TV when I phoned her. While eating and watching the match, I kept falling asleep. Dagnab it! But the Carer came and woke me up, then the surgery telephoned me. Then the water alarm activated. Then I had to empty the catheter contraption, return to the chair, and doze off while the match was on. I decided to give up. I was just too tired, and I thought I might get a decent night’s sleep in for once. Hahaha!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – >>>>><<<<< >>>>>Starmer Ode No.325¼<<<<< He’s a Scrooge-like abrogator… Cut fuel help for every pensioner, A Labour Party principles nullifier, Ignores the core values of Labour, Fuel and food prices get higher, He takes many an illegal backhander, Proletariats’ futures looking bleaker, Takes the maximum self-paid bonsella, Checking MPs’ expenses is not on his agenda! I worry for Keir’s mental-cenesthesia, As he seeks freebies at his many colloquia, He may not be farceur, but he is farcicaler, Politically, a liar, deluder, and deceiver, A Labour supporters faith-severer, The Labour voters own derogator, What happened to nationalising power? And British Rail’s return… he’s a fibber! He’s Europe’s finest thimblerigger, I would willingly handle his vivisepulture! >>>>><<<<< – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Another repeated waking-up with jumps nights sleep. I had a long verbal and then physical tussle to convince the brain to get the reluctant body out of bed. This took a while and some discomfort.
My mind wandered as I sat there on the Throne. Tomorrow is the Audio Clinic appointment. I must prepare everything needed beforehand. The following shave was a bloodless affair. Yes! Apart from forgetting to put the cream on my ankles, tummy, Germoloid groin, and grapefruit-sized right testicle and apply the eye spray, it all went well. Haha! Oh, I did stop the bleeding , and I used the ultra-stinging Terbinafine to stop the bleeding. Went back in the wet room to olive oil my earholes and other missed medicationalisationings.
The young Caregiver arrived as I was finishing making up the waste bags. No leg bandaging needed. Joe issued the Medications. Then he checked the taps, fridge door, and stove and trotted off.
I turned on the computer and started this blog, then worked on the Ode for Tuesday in Word.
12:45hrs: I finally got the order to transfer, but now the photos are not being moved! I’ll keep trying and surviving, and possibly start crying!
FOOTBALL ON TV The Carer arrived. He said he would look at my emails later tonight. WEIRD SEIZURES: This did not happen due to sudden fatigue. Not a seizure as such. I nodded off and woke repeatedly until 03:15 hrs, when I suddenly woke up and stayed awake. I was in a confused picklement. No memory of a carer calling, but they had been because they’d fitted the nocturnal night bag, and I could taste the Warfarin. The last call, I remember bits of, the diabetic socks coming off, I think I may have dropped the tablets. One was on the carpet when I eventually got up.
Piccies that I managed to save later. Not sure if the day is right. I think it was an afternoon shot, so I must have got up sometime after the fatigue set in. I’m not sure if I got the meals in order.
The Weirdest Day of March! Sensations like never before. The sudden falling of fatiguedness, so few seizures (as I recognise them). I genuinely think I nodded and woke dozens of times throughout the late afternoon, night & morning. I somehow felt only weary, yet not overly tired or exactly poorly. Manifested mightily and toyed with my brain throughout. It was a bizarre, eerie, idiosyncratic, schismatic, almost other-wordly insanity-inviting day! Half in depression – half in la-la land.
– – Jolly Good Day! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – My beloved Tree Copse: free of adversity, I used to walk through it, daily, Stopping to talk to a bush or tree… Or a feral rat, a being-walked doggie, Crows, insects, I once saw a garganey, I loved these copse-walks initially, But now I’m not up to it, even weekly, I can see it from the flat’s balcony, But it wrangles me intractably, My health I consider detestationally, I can’t even walk up the entrance pathway, Cartilages, Arthur itis, Peripheral Neuropathy, Glaucoma, Anne Gina, too much you see… I adored getting out & about, naturally, Maybe one day? I’m thinking miraculously… But I won’t, I’ll never have the ability, Bad enough being incapable physically, Reality is harder to cope with mentally, I wonder if the plant life & animals miss me? Bird poo, that dropped on me seemed aimingly! Those crows knew how to poo accurately, Trips & tumbles, bites & stings for free, I miss my daily walks so atrociously, I can’t manage the uphill bit unaidedly, The downhill bit would be just as risky, This ode has brought on a feeling of inefficacy, I still love my Tree Copse, albeit incongruously! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
I had a slightly better kip last night. Still broken up, but at least I know why this time. The guilty ailment was chiefly . She was persistent with it. I think I may have had a few nocturnal seizures as well. So many wake-ups, but my response was different for some of them, and it took me a lot longer to get back to sleep after a few of them. There were none of the episodes and a few of the . Did you see that? I was being diagnostic, investigative, and problem-solving, on the verge of being semi-logical in my assessment of the night’s kipping difficulties?
I removed the night bag from the day bag, and bending down, I got a visit from … that was a bad one. In the late afternoon, while on the computer, he called again and was even more effective. I had a good few today.
I perked up a little, made a brew of Glengettie, and turned on the computer to finish Tuesday’s blog. It was a breeze! But it took me five hours due to basic errors a ten-year-old would be proud of.
It looked bleak outside, with a bit of drizzle.I did some hoovering and sorted the waste bins. Then, I felt guilty about the mess in the wet room that still needed to be cleaned, so I went to the wet room. 1
I only mixed up with the gear I just stacked up to make room to do the mopping! I landed on the pile of the shower chair, buckets, mops, bowls and towels, knocking them over and hitting the trolley and the cosmetics, gel, disinfectant, bleach, aftershave, toothbrush, scissors, and some medications. Now I’ve a bruised rib cage.
Miraculously, I didn’t go down to the floor and stayed on top of the rubbish. So, at least I didn’t have to crawl to the junk room on all fours to drag myself back onto my feet! Phew! Thanks lads! 🙏🏼
The Caregiver arrived, Ahram, I think. Or was it Joe? It was almost definitely one or the other. After I got the medications sorted and my socks on, the door chime rang out. It was the Asda delivery. While I was taking in the groceries, I had another of those danged dangerous Whoopsies! 2 My carer Ahram was assisting me to get the groceries in the door, and , gave way and I dropped the walking stick. I slid down with my back against the wall and plumped on a pack of six (approx. 5-inches high) mini-mineral spring water bottles onto my bum. With both knees doubled up, Arthur Itis and the Cartilages were agony!
For more than one reason. Both knees, the cartilages and as I found out later, the bleeding haemorrhoids where I landed on the water bottles!
Both chaps set about getting me up again. I thanked them for being there at the right time to rescue me, get me on my feet, and get me into the chair! Carer
Ahram set to putting the fodder away, so there were no photographs of the food, as there usually would be. When I recovered, I took a snap of the fridge, freezer, and the bladder-demanding water.
The fridge. The freezer. The waters.
I took another kitchen window shot.
The day’s original Beloved Copse shot.
To the left of the window and down a bit. (Do you recall ‘The Golden Shot’?)
The time has flashed by with little getting done other than the blog.
The wetroom is still in a mess.
The Haemorrhoids have stopped bleeding at last.
I think I’ve gained some more bruising on the ribs and back. And for some reason, my top and bottom lips are now bleeding. Huh!
Will I ever again get a decent injury-free day?
Or a night with some unbroken sleep? Silly questions to ask!
A ready-made beef in gravy with colcannon mashed potatoes. I added the last can of minced beef in gravy, carrots, and peas. Added some Marmite to the mixture and stirred it all up. Just four minutes in the microwave & it was ready-to-eat. It tasted superb! It was so good that I didn’t eat any of the bread.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Constipation, Anne Gyna & Seizures, Two tumbles, Trouble w’ catheters, Doreen Dementia, more Accifauxpas, Arthur Itis, Peripheral Neuropathy, Harold’s Haemorrhoids were oozing, Glaucoma Gladys, things hard to see, No time to start feeling lonely, I was never truly alone today!
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– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I’ve never seen an elephant or a zony,
A giraffe, or been to Hungary…
Or why we all live xenophobically,
I know if Starmer gets his way…
Pensioner’s food will be xerophagy!
<<<>>>
Oh, last night’s kip, seizure after seizure!
Accompanied with agony from Anne Gyna,
I was a nocturnal cougher & sneezer,
Sleepless, confused, unwell, a sad geezer,
So bad, I was prepared for my sepulchre!
<<<>>>
Hard to breathe, a cough and an atchoo!
My moving and thinking was so adagio,
What I was or needed to do, I didn’t know!
Nocturnal seizures, I’ve only had two…
Both were in bed. Is it a bugaboo?
<<<>>>
My brain & body needed to be examined,
At first, I felt really succussed,
The carer came, this was discussed,
He reported to HQ, well, he must…
They didn’t mention my psychosis,
<<<>>>
I said no help was needed,
Though I may have been deluded,
Then, the carer departed,
I became far less bothered,
So quickly, I suddenly breathed!
<<<>>>
My dizziness, & balance improved,
With Anne Gyna, I was not affected,
It took a minute to feel jubilated,
Gone, I was, no longer seizured,
Sadly, later, Anne Gyna feasted!
<<<>>>
ADMISSIONS
I’ve blundered, blabbed & believed,
Got angry, annoyed, been aggrieved,
Begloomed, begrimed & becharmed,
Shoplifted, got shot twice, was sacked,
In 1950, I was abducted,
By a neighbour, I was snatched…
I believe her name was Winifred,
A Welsh lady who took me to her bed,
Her groping, I found unmatched,
Her house I frequently frequented,
I didn’t realise what we practised,
But I was sorely satisfied!
<<<>>> – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – After each Nocturnal Seizure, clearing my head and senses was a long job. Balancing was a farce. Anne Gyna was playing ball with me. From getting up, it was a confusing and worrying 4 hours before the Carer arrived. The Carer rang his HQ to report my condition. Eyesight blurred, coughing and sneezing, phlegm coming up, dizzy, and most things that I was suffering from cannot be remembered. I think I was finding it a job to talk as well. At one stage, I spoke with a lady from the Carer organisation. Can’t recall what was said.
Once the Carer departed, my head slowly cleared, and my vision improved after taking the medication. I took an extra Codeine & Paracetamal.
I’ve got photos on the SD card that I cannot recall taking. Maybe the seizures continued with the mini-ones. The day flashed by. I didn’t start this ode until around 15:00hrs when I started the odes.
After this, I may need to give WP a rest.
After three nights of broken sleep, then last night’s nocturnal Seizures, I must try to get some sleep. I realise my thousands of fans will be disappointed, and I apologise to both of you. Hehe!
I’m so far behind it hurts!
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I NEED SLEEP! Dear Lord, I won’t bellyache. At best, my life’s been bittersweet, I don’t mean to moan & bleat… Three days under the bedsheet, Mostly in pain and wideawake, And not a moment’s sleep, Anne Gyna & Sandra’s Seizures compete, I pray you to hear me speak, I don’t intend to offer critique, Sleep: or ensure I don’t reawake.
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Well, it’s time to get summat to eat. I originally decided to have two lamburgers on cheesy-topped rolls. My taste buds tingled at the thought.
I couldn’t have made a proper meal anyway because I forgot to tell the carer not to put the nocturnal bag on yet. I could have made the meal without the dangers of using the walking stick and cooking simultaneously. I got the burgers in the oven; they should take 35 minutes to cook.
Then I returned to the computer and did the Ode To Sleep. Forgetting all about the burgers. I got a whiff of the burning food!
So, I ate some Cheez-it crackers and nuts as sustenance for tonight.
Photos of the day. In order as taken, I think. First one. My beloved tree copse.
Cavendish Vale
CorelDraw problems again.
This might be out of sync timewise?
Green skies, as well. I’m colour-blind on red/greens, so you may not see the colour I do. Protanopia: This is a severe form of
red-green colour blindness where individuals are unable to perceive red lights at all. I looked this up on my NHS list. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – After the last two nights of sleeping in bed, the nocturnal seizure stopped any silly thoughts of sleeping. So, after burning my lamburgers, don’t think that this pissed me off and got me all angry and annoyed with myself. I wet back to using the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop-bought, wincingly grotty, beige-coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy, and dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, Catheter-tube-trapping recliner, in hopes of nodding off.
Well, it was great! Five straight hours without interruption. Until and kicked off.
Five hours is more than I’ve had over the last three days.
No bother from , , or either of the Cartilages. !
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Head full of thoughts as I started this preamble, My witty ideas turned into confused psychobabble, I wanted this to be impartial and parochial, Ignore the inane, the drivel, and the twaddle, Determined to avoid things that are piffle! >>>>>> Doreen Dementia: she can be so Machiavellian, Brain ridden with misinterpretation, misacceptation, Misconception, fundamental or a machination? Where did we come from initially? Were we Martian? HMG? It’s like a cripple running in a marathon! Reassuring Muzakk from Felix Mendelson. >>>>>> Waring countries refuse to negotiate, Compassion being replaced with hate, Innocent civilians run, absquatulate, Earth’s future; It’s not easy to contemplate, Proletariats can do nothing but wait… Life or death, which is to be their fate? Life’s that bad; I don’t give a toss, mate! >>>>>> Life: once a pleasure, but now, too astringent, Can it be eased? With a cuddle and liniment? When, where, & how did we become inconscient? The same questions to my being incontinent, Can humans ever become rejuvenescent? Individuals in solitary confinement, World leaders, clueless, impercipient Faiths, most of them ignescent! >>>>>> Living costs ever-increasing, Heat or eat pensioners, more dying, Starmer gets free shows and dining, The rich are good at political backhanding, Suddenly, we have electric motoring… It’s naughty to be diesel car owning, Electricity prices ever-rising, Starmer’s lies are unrelenting, No ill will, but I’d like to read of him dying! >>>END<<< – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I knocked myself up something awful. I had to do more handwashing and then the laundry. After which I got to see ILC (Independent Living Coordinator) Oberstgrüppenfuhreress Warden and Primo Ballerina, Warden Deana, and ILC (Independent Living Coordinator) Generaloberstess, Ice skating champion, desk-top-dancer, florist, and Warden Julie to explain my difficulties in getting help that I’m paying for with laundry, financial checks, and domestic service. They will investigate for me. Bless ’em!
Quickly due to spending so long handwashing and laundering, And paid the price, pain & weariness.
Nocturnal waking shade.
Morning view
Handwashed.
Laundry duties. Titivated the room while waiting. The washer filter was in a bad state. I cleaned it and found the mesh had been split. I returned the washing,
Really annoyed Anne Gyna while I
was hanging the clothes.
Back down to report to the commandant’s office.
Henceforth, I was done for. Carer A and then Carer J visits. Seizures were rife in the morning.
By the afternoon, they eased off, but I kept falling asleep all the time? Of course, these may have been mini-seizures, but there is no way of knowing. I assumed I fell asleep often because I felt drained after running about with the laundry and hand washing.
So many couples of minute sessions spent in the land of nod. My tiredness increased, and I had to give up on the computer hours before I usually would have. However, I was almost ecstatic about who never really got me as profoundly or as far as he had been doing over the last week. A blessed relief, that was!
I settled to sleep, and sure enough, I was soon with Sweet Morpheus, Blissfully. The only real sleep I got from then on for about an hour. The Carer arrived and let himself in, and I do not know much about what happened during this visit. My medications given.
I was back in dreamland within seconds, but the ailments tormented me terribly. Thought-Storming—Steve was assisted (not that he needed any) by Anne Gyna and Neck-Twitching-Nigel.
I desperately needed sleep, but only the first hour in the c1968, tatty, scruffy, unkempt, uncomfortable, virus, microorganism, bug, bacterium, bacillus, germ, parasite producing, and disease-fermenting second-hand, eyesorely-horrendously grungy beige-coloured, £300, charity shop bought, crumb-retaining, moth-eaten, non-working, itch-encouraging, incommodious, Haemorrhoid Harold testing, catheter tube yanking, recliner, oddly, granted me. The Carer made his last call, so there is no need to wake me up this time. Tsk!
He got the diabetic socks off of me. We chatted about the new plans for the laundry duties. He said they would be weekly, not when and if needed. I appreciate Carer’s input very much. Thons are coming together now. It can’t be an easy job taking a new old man on. Great job. They are to start doing the laundry from tomorrow. Thanks a lot, lads! A great feeling.
I think I spent more time awake than asleep after that.
Whenever Anne Gyna or Thought Storming Steve woke me inwardly, I almost cried to be allowed to go back to sleep. That did a lot of good!
Late Wednesday morning, I got as far as here with this blog. And still feeling drained of energy. But at least was absent. More to do; handwashing, ablutionings, feet need washing and medicating, and a dodgy shave is required; when I miss a day’s shaving, the risk of cuts increases…
I checked the SD card to see if any earlier photos were available. Memory Mangling Malcolm is back.
Early evening view.
Milk Rolls Bread sarnies are made with lashings of the delicious Flora no-butter butter, and some Marmite was spread on the bread. Morrisons onion rings (I don’t recommend these; they are a bit… well, very tasteless). And some pickled beetroot. And tucked into the meal!
Other than the disappointing onions, everything was wonderful, especially the expensive Lemon and lime dessert, which was on special offer. Slurp!
Around 20:30hrs, after a particularly violent waking up, I can recall going to check the taps and fridge doors, unaccountably convinced I must have left something running! All was safe! I returned to fetch Kodak Tim 2 and took a snap of the Amazing Night View! A cloudless multicoloured sky! This one was different! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Cheery-Bye – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
